Scarlet eyes looked at the king's tent. He raised and lowered his feet. The moment his burly body swayed forward, a hole suddenly opened in the ground, sinking the fallen feet into it. The ground immediately closed, making it difficult for the walking corpse to move.
"Great Khan, all the priests of the divine tent are here!"
A group of figures came from a distance, pushing aside the soldiers who formed a human wall. They came out wearing eagle feathers, gray sheepskins, or deer heads. When they saw the high priest-like corpse over there, one of the eagle-feather priests came towards him.
Bakuor shouted: "The high priest is dead. This is just a corpse. It should have been refined by the evil people of Jin!"
Immediately he gave instructions to the priest behind him:
"Everyone, don't worry. He is the high priest. You can use your magic to take him down."
The ground over there was driven by the tall corpses, showing cracks one after another. It kept roaring, and the smell of corpses and blood was mixed together and floated around with the wind, making everyone hold their breath.
Just as they were about to pull out the soles of their feet from the ground, the leading eagle feather priest here ordered the other priests to take action, each with their own spells, staffs, and beast drums appearing in their hands.
"Stop him!"
For a moment, rays of Dharma light of different colors appeared frequently, relying on the wind, soil, and the swords in the hands of the soldiers to hit the corpse over there with one foot trapped in the mud. The cracked ground suddenly shattered, and the body was covered in blood.
Hunxie roared angrily in the rays of light, raised his trapped feet, kicked off the ground, and rushed towards Bakuor's position.
"Protect the Khan!"
The moment the eagle-feather priest asked his priests to rush away, he waved the short staff in his hand, and a huge goshawk feather appeared out of thin air and descended with magic light, forming a wall to block the rushing corpses.
It hit back.
Suddenly, soldiers and priests swarmed forward.
…
At the same time, Hu Duyan, deep in the divine tent, slowly opened his eyes. He had been recognized by the White Wolf God. As long as he could withstand the test, he would become the next Blue Wolf Priest.
"So what's the test?!"
At this time, he heard the commotion outside, stepped over the headless corpse on the ground, put on the white robe of the high priest hanging on the tent, and walked out.
There was an Eagle Feather priest staying in the divine tent, and when he saw Hu Duyan coming out wearing a white robe, he immediately frowned.
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"Huduyan, do you know whose robe you are wearing belongs to?!"
Hu Duyan glanced at him, and the air behind him suddenly filled with golden Yuejie characters, which made the Eagle Feather Priest's face change greatly, "Have you been approved by the White Wolf God?"
"There's still one step left."
Hu Duyan enjoyed the other party's horrified expression, but before he could fully admit it, he turned around and asked, "What happened outside?"
"I heard that the high priest is back."
Hu Duyan staggered and almost fell down. He was the one who killed Hui Xie. He had drained all his cultivation. How could he still be alive? Uneasy, he quickened his pace and walked faster and faster in the direction of the accident. Every step he took
Using magic, in just a few breaths he saw a chaotic crowd surrounding a person fighting.
Among the swarming figures, the burly figure revealed was extremely familiar, and the breath of poison was raised in his throat. But when he saw the other person clearly and sensed his aura, he understood in his heart that the high priest was indeed dead, and what he saw in front of him was nothing more than that.
It's just a movable corpse.
"It seems that the test is this..."
He has more than a hundred years of cultivation as a high priest, and with the recognition of the White Wolf God, his strength far exceeds all the Eagle Feather priests present. In the past moment, he grabbed the shoulder of a soldier blocking the way in front of him.
'Throw it away.
A voice rang out from his mouth.
"Go away, let me come!"
The words carried mana and spread out, causing the surrounding soldiers to cover their ears and retreat. The Eagle Feather Priest who was guarding the Khan over there was startled by the loud shout, and the mana fluctuations displayed were somewhat familiar to him.
There was no time to think about it at all. The body of the high priest who faced no pain and would not stop fighting was punching his barrier crazily. He didn't care at all about the swords and guns coming from behind, and he didn't even tear open his flesh.
However, when Huduyan's voice came, Hunxie suddenly froze, and the simple thought driven by the original order changed. Feeling the magic power that belonged to him, he slowly turned around and looked at Huduyan over there.
"Roar!"
Huixie opened his mouth, and the person in his eyes became the primary target. He let out an angry roar that he had never seen before. He kicked off the ground and ran wildly. He opened his mouth wide to expose the pair of fangs and knocked away the shield without hesitation.
The soldiers who came forward jumped over.
"White Wolf Festival, Wolf Fang Technique!"
Hu Duyan thought together, raised his hand, and gathered magic light with one finger. The moment the corpse flew towards him, the moment a pair of sharp claws touched him, the magic on his fingertips shot out a ray of light, directly breaking through the corpse's forehead.
Pass through from behind.
He raised his foot again, and Peng kicked Hui Xie in the abdomen, sending him flying back. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled twice. Hu Duyan quickly walked over and formed a seal in his hand.
The corpse was pressed with the fingertips on the hole made by the shot, as if it was grasping something, and when it was pulled out, it was immediately held in the hand.
The struggling body on the ground stopped moving for an instant, the skin and flesh shriveled up quickly, and streams of thick-smelling blood overflowed from under the body, dyeing it a bright red.
"Huduyan, the high priest...is he really dead this time?"
Bakuor hid behind the crowd and asked. The Eagle Feather Priest guarding him looked at Huduyan with fear, waiting for his answer. A smile appeared on the corner of the latter's mouth, and he stretched out his hand, and it fell into everyone's sight.
A smear of dust disappeared from the palm, and one could vaguely see that it was a talisman belonging to a Taoist cultivator in the Jin Kingdom.
"The southern monks know a magic that can make a recently dead body stand up again and become an evil ghost. Great Khan, they desecrated the body of the high priest and used the high priest to kill you. They failed this time, but I'm afraid the southerners won't
If you give up like this, you will definitely come back again.”
Hearing Huduyan's words, Bakuor was also hesitant in his heart. This kind of evil magic made him feel scared. If monsters like this that don't know pain and tirelessly crawled out of the earth to kill him, he wouldn't be able to survive this day.
Already?
It's all this Huixie's fault. Why are you going to fight against the Jin State if you let go of your good life? It would be better if you are dead and don't have to worry about anything, but what should I do?
The Jin people are trying to kill me!
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at Hu Duyan who was killing the monster over there, coughed dryly, and straightened his expression.
"Huduyan, you did a great job. All the soldiers present today are the most heroic warriors in the grassland."
The meaning behind his words and the gesture in his eyes were clearly asking Huduyan to answer the question.
The latter threw away the ashes, put his fist on his shoulder, and knelt down on one knee.
"Great Khan, all this is the trouble caused by the high priest. Although he is dead, Hu Duyan is still there. Just now, I have received the revelation from the White Wolf God that I will become the next high priest... a southerner
Even if it comes again, with me here, the Great Khan will not be in danger!"
"Okay, Huduyan, I will register you here in the name of the White Wolf God... Hey, what is that?!"
Tap tap tap...
The moment Bakuor's horrified voice came out, it was like the iron hooves of thunder passing through. When everyone heard this sound, their hair stood up in an instant, as if a knife edge had been scraped from their skin, and they couldn't help but shudder.
Almost at the same moment, in the direction in which countless eyes were looking, a golden light pushed down the mountain like jade pillars, and the horse-trampled company camp fell. Tent after tent fell one after another, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the soldiers gathered outside.
A stream of light rushed over, which was the neighing of the war horse, and the cold light drawn by a long knife. The red war horse stood up and roared, the figure above, waving its arms and sword, and the green robe spread out for a moment.
"According to the order, behead!"
Buzz!
The blade buzzed loudly, and the next moment it fell, it turned into the roar of nine heavenly dragons, and the blue dragon spit out pearls.
Hu Duyan opened his eyes wide, raised his hands, and the sky was filled with green light. What filled people's field of vision was Hu Duyan's figure flying backwards like a cannonball.
The light converges.
What can be seen in the open eyes around him is a long mark cut out on the ground.